No. Poor Nathan is fucked dry.

Sperm rockets out of Nathan’s penis as Myra ravishes his prostate with a strap-on that seemed a few inches longer just moments ago. When Kendra finally lets him breathe again, Nathan catches the glint of a metal star embedded in the ground nearby. His hair is pulled violently back into Kendra’s dripping pussy, the petite villainess demanding him to, “Keep licking, Slut.”

An Irish kunoichi cowers behind a nearby structure, terrified by the thought of those rapists realizing her subtle interventions; understanding there’s nothing she could do to defend herself from those villainesses, she clutches at her chest, and tries to ignore Valiant’s anguished cries for help.

Biting her lip in unbridled titillation at Valiant’s misery, Zenith strips completely naked except for her cape, every inch her dusky skin from her pussy down glistening with the juices flowing between her thighs. Zenith flies underneath the shackled man, hovering onto his half-limp sex while she flicks at her clit, moaning, “Fuck me Boytoy. Fuck me right in my pussy.”

“Mmmphh!!” Nathan screams fecklessly, as Myra pounds his hips so hard he thrusts straight into the hovering lady’s snatch; making him suffer the sensations of his prostate and penis being overstimulated at the same time. The three women keep it up through all his protests, moaning and laughing while he writhes in his chains.

Soon, cum bursts out of his roughed-up cock, shooting deep into Zenith as she rides out a body-quaking orgasm. To the bitter envy of the crowd, they watch her howl in masochist glee, moaning while she claws at Valiant’s desecrated body; she even breaks the manacles binding their heroic whore.

As the rape-machine breaks, the hero collapses immediately to the floor, having run out of strength two orgasms ago. Without more than five seconds to catch his ragged breath, he’s plucked off the ground and offered to the horny mob by Zenith, Morgana and Kendra. “He’s all yours, ladies!”

Despite being exhausted, sore, and barely having any remaining cum, Nathan is thrown to the wolves. Women encircle him with rape in their eyes, his nemesis Dahlia especially eyeing his defenseless frame like the predator she is. The reporter rides his cock while he attempts to beg for it all to stop.

Alas, Nathan’s throat is so hoarse it’s barely more than a, “st-stop…”

When the gangs finish off every last drop of cum his balls have, and sexually ravage the hunk until he stops fighting, Dahlia decides to dump his naked body into the same alley where she’d found him. After each of the fiendish women has had her way with Valiant and raped him to her heart’s content, they leave him there, spent, defiled and sobbing; laughing about their conquest. His bruised pelvis, genitals and ass ache like Hell, and he's so dehydrated he can barely cry.

Evening begins to fall as Nathan slowly crawls towards the alley's mouth, but before he gets anywhere near the street, the survivor blacks out.

As he lies on the cold concrete, two figures see his bruised, trembling form, and the smaller of the two takes his naked body into her arms. She holds him tight, but her expression is unreadable as she spirits the broken man away to somewhere the police won’t find him.